Broken Boulder gotta be above it

A familiar, not-flower scent wafted through his nostrils, and it was the one wolf that might be forgiven for disturbing his peace, here. If flowers were better than wolves, Alarian was better than flowers, which put him above pretty much anything, really. He returned his brother's touch, leaning back against him, though not so hard as to send Alarian tumbling into the thicket. They sat in contented silence for a moment, Zamael's attention focused on a busy bee, buzzing around the marigolds.

"Hey, who decided we were lucky enough to get this place?" Zamael asked, wrapping his tail around Alarian's haunches. He sighed with a bliss that was uncommon for him, zen in this garden of delights. "It's a nice getaway from all the shit that's happened. Quiet, pretty. . .wish we could move our dens out here." He was half-joking, but sometimes he did feel a bit cramped inside the boulder with all those tunnels. To sleep in the open, under the stars. . .

He looked over at Alarian, eyes questioning. "What's up?" he asked, skipping the usual "How are you feeling?" for now. He was sure Alarian would appreciate the chance to not talk about his health and happiness, for once.